The longer you live, the better you become at letting go. We let go of loved ones, homes, jobs and ideals. I’ve even heard it said that the human body lets go of some 50-trillon cells every day. And of course, we all know that in the end we must relinquish our lives. But still, the very fiber of our being beckons for us to hang on. And so we must.

When I gaze out into the night sky, I don’t see any answers. And when I've looked inward with drugs, I haven't found any truth. But over the course of time and out of pure necessity, I have found faith; faith that our lives matter, and that the sum of all things is good; faith that love will guide me and that my virtues will be rewarded in time.

I’m not religious, and I don’t often publish my spiritual views, but tonight I was thinking a lot about loss, and I wanted to issue a public reminder to myself...

Life is a process of renewal, and even death serves it’s purpose. So, we mustn’t despair over the empty spaces, for those are the holes in which we’ll plant the seeds of tomorrow.

It’s been several months since I have checked up on your blog… so I have spent the last half hour or so playing catch up, I fell in love with your music and your voice maybe seven years ago, I was so dissapointed when I realized you were spiraling out but never realized the extent to what you have been through….

I just wanted you to know I’m so thrilled for everything you have coming in the next few months and look forward to following you more regularly again!!

You’re right. Letting go is a part of life, but I’m afraid it’s a hard thing to get used to despite the seeds that are sown at the end of something. Whether it’s a relationship or just another phase in one’s life, letting go can be bitter sweet, or I guess sometimes just bitter. Good music helps though! :)

One of my best friends lost her father a month ago. I’ve known their family most of my life, and the best of my childhood was with them. It was because of her father I even knew her… He was the first person I’ve know personally to die, and I still find myself stunned he’s gone. His life mattered. He wasn’t perfect- he had a lot more to work on.
My life matters. I’m not perfect.
Your life matters. You’re not perfect.

Thanks for this. I hope my friend can plant seeds into these holes… I hope we all can.

Keep up the good work. It’s great reading whatever you write, even if you don’t blog often. :)

When your look goes towards the sky looking for his blue do not lose hope if in the first look you did not find it…Do not lose hope poque there there are hopes.
Do not sow your seeds in alone place…;-)

I know I am late in doing so, but I disagree. When I gaze upon the stars above me, I see everything. I see things I should have done light years ago, if possible.

I do believe love has guided me, as you say, but i believe it has guided me into the knowledge that nothing can be helped. This is not as depressing as it sounds. What I have done, what we all have done, is something we chose as youths, unconsciously so. This is not as “weird” as it sounds.

There is a great quote that I used to live by: “I tend to live in my past because most of my life is there.” I still believe this to be true… that most of life is in the past, but that is only because one cannot appreciate what they have had until they have surpassed the knowledge that it was there to begin with. This is why I believe we chose our lives as youths.

Maybe, I am being too literal to your blog. Maybe, I am misunderstanding it completely. Maybe, I’m full of crap. Who knows? Who cares?

Ronnie, I’ll say this. I admire you for being able to move beyond your past. Beyond that, I can say I like your music. You are an honest songwriter and I look for that. I seek truth in sound and you have the ability to do whatever you might like in the music business, as corrupt as it might be. I hope you at least have fun.

Whether your past was pleasant or not, you can’t live in it… You can chose to spend the present moment imagining it, recreating it, changing it or preserving it in your memory, but you can’t live there. You will always be bound to the present moment. So, while we draw our knowledge from the well of memory, the decisions we face every day are new and unique oportunities to try things with a fresh perspective…

This is all to fimilar due to the fact that i lost my best friend,and boyfriend to sucide and i still dont know how it happend and i cant seem to find any answers and turned to drugs and then i met my best friend who helped pull me out of my hopeless rutt and now im living my life day by day still missing my bf and still searching for answers but your music has helped me along the way and i thank you greatly because of you and my friend were not around idk if i would still be walking this world. Thanks